The Damaged

I don’t want to talk too soon. But I think for the first time in 3 years I’m no longer single! Sound crazy eh. Let call him G, well it early days I dont’ want to commit to annoucing his full name so G it is at least for the mean time. Well to cut a long story short I met G at this speed dating event that Jezabel drag me along to, Kicking and screaming, literally (I almost killed myself jumping out the train window).

The whole thing was a little scarey, everyone was all done up and I was in a gun and roses Tshirt! I tock to sitting in a corner for half of it until I got drunk. Apparently the alchole gave me some kind of extra confidence, strange that. I didn’t do it the conventally way you are suppost to in speed dating. I sat their shout abuse at any slightly alternative attractive men that I saw. I mean who could resist that.

Bizarre enough this didn’t work very well, until I called G a skinny little roach! Well that was a ice breaker. We then pretty much finished off a whole bottle of vodka between the two of us and this was last Saturday, since then we have been blind drunk twice more and we are meeting up tomorrow.

I really do hope my little story has help other lonely alcoholics out there. And G if you read this, I’m soba at the moment, believe it or not!

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